A/N: Hey, sorry this chapter took so long to complete. I was intending to finish this story by the end of summer, and it's already fall, so that's obviously not going to happen, but, hey, better late than never, right? Anyways, to Linkwonka88, I didn't know you've played Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door! I love that game. Honestly, that scene in the game probably subconsciously inspired my scene with Damon. As for Pete's Dragon, I haven't seen either version, so I couldn't tell you which one I prefer. And as for Wonka getting Charlie back, well, you'll simply have to wait and see. To XXCandyLoverXX, how long will Damon and Rouge's friendship last? You'll find out soon enough. To mattTheWriter072, I'm glad you enjoyed the Gummy Dragon concept. I thought it was pretty interesting as well. To Random Guy, Peppermint Crocodiles is an interesting idea, however, I'm not sure that it will make it into the story. Thanks for the suggestion, though! To MrWonkyWonka, well, here's your coveted update. I'm glad you've been loving the story thus far. I'd also like to thank Tessa for reviewing The Everlasting Gobstopper. I really appreciate your kind words, and I'd love to hear you review every chapter whenever you read through it again! This chapter was written by myself, and now, I all invite you to enjoy!

The tour group was walking down the long corridor of doors when, suddenly, Mr. Wonka stopped in front of one of the doors. "Right through here, please," he said as he pushed open the door and walked through. Everyone else followed.

What they saw when they entered was a little ledge with a handrail around it with stairs leading down to a lower level, much like the Nut Sorting Room seen on the first tour; however, what was on the lower level this time were skunks perched on little stools. The skunks were spraying little, round candies as they drifted past them on a conveyor belt.

"In this room," Mr. Wonka explained, "we are making Stink Bomb Candies…for your enemies of course. The candies are passed through several rooms, each one giving them a different terrible smell, then they are given a concealing coat, which covers up the smell until activated."

Max looked down at the skunks down below, then back up at his mother. "Mummy, get me one of those skunks. I want one."

"Heh heh, you're kidding, right?" Veruca said.

"No, I'm not. I want a skunk. Get me a skunk."

"No, certainly not! Besides, you already have enough animals at home."

"I only have ten rabbits, nine chipmunks, two hedgehogs, one porcupine, eight deer, nine moose, three tortoises, five ferrets, three canaries, six parrots, eleven swans, twenty-five peacocks, seventeen salamanders, fourteen frogs, a boa constrictor, twenty-nine tropical fish, seven donkeys, and eight horses. Is one skunk too much to ask for?"

"Yes. Yes, it is. I don't want our house to be smelling of skunk for months on end," Veruca responded sternly.

"I zhink zhis is zhe first time she's ever refused to get him somezhing," Claudia whispered to Jake.

"You never get me anything I want!" Max pouted.

"Oh, I know, angel. I'm so sorry. I'll get you anything else you want, just not the skunk."

"But I want the skunk!"

Wonka was leaning on the little gate that overlooked the skunks. "It sure is a shame your mother won't get you one of those skunks. Well, anyways, I think we should move o—whoops!" Wonka said as the gate swung open. "I guess, if someone wanted to, they could just walk on down right now and grab one of those skunks, huh?"

Max walked in front of the open gate and looked down the stairs, but then just stood still. "Do you take me for an idiot, Wonka?" Max said, turning his head towards the chocolatier.

"Uh, what?" Wonka replied confusedly.

"Do you really think I'm going to fall for your stupid trap? Especially after I witnessed what happened to the other three kids? You weren't even trying to be subtle this time around."

"Well…I…um…" Willy tripped Max with his cane, causing the boy to fall down the stairs to the area where all the skunks were hard at work. The black-and-white critters stopped doing their jobs and all turned towards Max, who was still lying on the ground from his big fall. Suddenly, the skunks leapt off from their stools, walked right up to Max, and started spraying him. "Oh, dear, I should've mentioned that the skunks don't enjoy being interrupted during their work," Wonka said slyly.

"Aaah! Help me!" Max cried out as the skunks continued to spray him.

"My baby!" Veruca yelled as she stood over the stairs and looked down at her troubled son. Willy tripped Veruca with his cane as well, causing her to fall down the stairs and join her son in being sprayed by the skunks.

"Alright, that's enough!" Willy told the skunks. "Return to your work stations!" All the skunks immediately stopped spraying the Roses and hopped back onto their stools and resumed their work. Wonka ululated, causing an Oompa-Loompa to appear right in front of him. "Please take Mrs. Rose and her son and treat them to a nice tomato juice bath. I think they'll need one." The Oompa-Loompa crossed him arms, Willy did the same, and the Oompa-Loompa set his arms by his side again and bowed.

The Oompa-Loompa walked down the stairs, pulled Max and Veruca up from the ground, and led them back up the stairs. As the two skunk victims made their way up the stairs and got closer to the rest of the tour group, everyone pinched their noses shut and held their breaths, not even wanting to breath in the noxious fumes through their mouths. Once the Oompa-Loompa and the two Roses left the room, there was a collective exhale from the tour group.

Suddenly, several Oompa-Loompas started pouring into the room and started singing a song in a doo-wop style,

"What a sad fate it is to endure:

This young lad, who, once so pure,

Is now tainted with an awful smell.

And now, his present stench will tell

The true nature of this 'saintly' Rose,

Who we truly, solemnly suppose

That he's not as pleasant as his name implies,

But rather foul and horrid, we surmise.

And why do we suspect that he acts so?

Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you know.

Yes, his mother, too, was an awful brat,

So it's not surprising he turned out like that.

And, like her father, she spoils her tot.

The things she'll buy for him is quite a lot.

And that is why she, as well,

Deserves to be cursed with a horrid smell.

Now, back to Max, we will discuss

How he'll make an awful fuss

If he doesn't get exactly what

He asked his mother on the spot.

It really is a pitied shame

That parents could be so dumb and lame

To simply do every little thing

For which their child is clamoring.

This only makes the child high

On power, and they turn awry.

But, now, we think it's time we end

Our time discussing our 'dear friend',

For they've been punished far enough

With smelling of skunk, and that's no bluff."

The Oompa-Loompas walked off as the music faded away, all while Wonka was clapping madly. "Beautiful work as usual. Beautiful work. Anyways, shall we move on?" The tour group stared blankly at each other, trying to process what they just witnessed before their eyes, before they eventually followed Mr. Wonka back out into the corridor.